Going Back!

Going back to the place of my early youth

was a big mistake!

Remembering the luscious meadows

air so clean singing birds.

Country lanes a small running stream

sound of an engine of steam!

 

The thick dark smoke billowing behind

through unspoilt land.

Our heritage there for everybody to enjoy

small villages and hamlets.

Animals of all kinds living without threat

no sounds of a passing jet.

 

Shocked at what I saw and what time had done

no more the country side.

Where such beauty had been a trading estate

the small town an urban mess.

No trees the stream now under a motorway

an unkempt park in which to play.

 

Traffic and fumes now filled my sad gaze

as I compared my memories.

And the happy days then safe to explore

all of our natures graces.

Standing on what was once a grass hillside

now under houses this did hide!

 

This seems the way of life today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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On A Hill!

On a hill that lonely beech tree stands

silently swaying always surveying.

gazing down on town and country lands

of countless changes and shrinking size

so much has happened since it has stood

undisturbed growing so gracefully

buildings creeping nearer it’s not good

now our air is far more polluted

with an unobstructed view no less

it has seen many phases of  life around

a distant train echoes through the stillness

as it moves swiftly homeward bound

early morning mist from the valley

covers the motorway that scars the land

man’s mission to destroy natures tally

rising toxic fumes and roaring traffic sounds

neutral of  human ways unable to escape

generations move on we all come and go

the tree remains keeping its shape

as the world changes rapidly all around!

How much longer before it’s destruction?

The Foureyed Poet.

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